I burst into song recently and my son-in-law looked at his wife/my daughter and said, with both appreciation and chagrin (kinda like Alice’s reaction), “Now I know where you get it from.”
The apple doesn’t fall far from the oak tree. To know Grandma is to know why Alice wears fangs to Thanksgiving and Petey won’t eat anything touching anything else.
Silence? You talkin’ silence? Hold my beer!